"It's good you made it out, Rob." Seeing the archer who he had brought with him walk in, Luca tapped his arm, squeezing as he did.
"The others are either dead or were captured. I only got away because of my position." Luca nodded and collapsed onto the nearby seat, his bones aching.
"They will talk eventually, but for now, it will be fine." Reaching the nearby table, Luca opened a small pouch and looked at the gold coins inside. Chucking it in the air and catching it twice, he threw it over to his comrade. "Get away from me. Don't show up to the church, pretend to be a normal Ammay citizen. When things have calmed down, leave the city and never return."
